I listened to my sister's words today.

Yun Yiruo walked lightly, following the eye-catching signs on the wall, all the way to the third floor. As soon as she stepped onto this floor, she was surprised to find that a sturdy iron window tightly sealed the entire corridor.

Looking at the somewhat depressing scene in front of him, Yun Yiru couldn't help but feel a strange feeling in his heart.

I slowly approached the iron window, my eyes passed through the cold iron bars and looked towards the playground in the distance. I saw a group of students running on the playground.

"Why is there a physical education class so early in the morning?" However, when I looked closely, I found that the students in the inner circle were running while holding books, and their eyes glanced at the reading materials in their hands from time to time.

They seemed to have gotten used to this way of multitasking, and there was no trace of fatigue or dissatisfaction on their faces.

Yun Yiruo retracted her gaze and continued walking down the corridor, concentrating on the class numbers on each door, hoping to quickly find the Class 3 of Grade 11 that the principal had mentioned. Not long after walking, she finally spotted Class 3 among the many door numbers.

Standing at the door of Class 3, Grade 1, Yun Yiruo quietly listened to the mechanical, uniform recitation coming from the classroom. After a while, she took a deep breath, raised her right hand, and gently knocked on the door.

Almost instantly, footsteps were heard from inside the door, and then a middle-aged woman appeared in front of her.

I guess she should be the head teacher of Class 3 introduced by the principal - Teacher Yao.

After hearing the knock on the door, Director Yao quickly stood up and turned to the students who were concentrating on reading. He said, "Please pause for a moment. We will be welcoming a new student to our class today. Everyone, please get along well and don't cause trouble!"

Before he finished speaking, whispers suddenly broke out in the originally quiet and orderly classroom.

At this moment, several students sitting by the window couldn't help but turn their heads to look outside the door. When their eyes fell on Yun Yiruo's beautiful face, they were all stunned.

Director Yao stood at the door expressionlessly, without saying a word. He gently turned the handle, slowly pushed the door open, and then signaled to Yun Yiru with his eyes to let her in.

At this moment, Director Yao muttered to himself, "This little girl is too short. She looks like a primary school student."

Yun Yiruo walked into the room with light steps, a polite and slightly restrained smile on her face.

She first bowed slightly, and then began to make a brief self-introduction: "Hello, dear Director Yao, my name is Yun Yiru..." However, before she could finish her words, she was interrupted impatiently by Director Yao.

Director Yao waved his hand and said stiffly, "Alright, alright, just say your name, don't waste your time! Hurry up and get out of here." He pointed in the direction of the classroom and added, "Go sit by the window in the last row of group four. There's still room there."

Whatever! We're only here for seven days, so we'll be leaving soon.

Moreover, I was really lucky this time to pick such a great seat, which was located in the back row, next to the wall and the window.

Hehe, sleeping here will definitely be very peaceful and sweet, it’s simply the hometown of the “king”!

Look at the two poor guys on both sides of the podium. They are so unlucky.

Thinking of this, I walked towards my new seat with my schoolbag in hand. Oh my god, I didn't expect my deskmate to be quite pretty. Hehehe, maybe I can find an opportunity to secretly take advantage of her in the future...

Not long after I sat down, my deskmate handed me a small note with a smile.

I took it with curiosity and saw the words written neatly on it: "Hello, you look so cute. Can I touch your face after class?"

Looking at the note, I couldn't help but wonder: Is this some special way for the deaf and mute to communicate? Just as I was about to open my mouth to answer, I suddenly caught a glimpse of my homeroom teacher standing at the podium.

It seemed like they were staring at me! Suddenly, I realized that the reason they had to pass notes to communicate was because they were afraid of being discovered by the teacher!

He put the note down silently without responding, but slowly put the schoolbag into the desk pocket.

At this moment, Director Yao walked over with steady steps and said in a serious voice, "Come with me to get the books."

Hearing this, she was slightly startled, then stood up. The moment she stood up, she turned to look at her deskmate, an indescribable and meaningful look in her eyes, as if conveying some message that only the two of them understood.

Then, he followed the teacher without hesitation and walked out of the classroom together.

As the two figures disappeared, the originally quiet classroom suddenly exploded.

The students seemed to have been released from their shackles and began to communicate enthusiastically again.

"Wow, she's so cute!" Someone exclaimed, their tone full of love and praise for the transfer student.

"I really envy Mr. He for having such a beautiful classmate as my deskmate."

However, some people comforted him, saying, "It's okay, it's okay. There will be another chance after class anyway."

Just when everyone was discussing, a puzzling sentence suddenly came out: "Love is not iced tea~" This sudden sentence caused the whole classroom to fall into a brief silence, followed by a burst of laughter.

At this moment, the laughter was like a flash of lightning that pierced the originally calm air, quickly attracting the attention of the teacher who was patrolling in the corridor.

The students who were looking out the windows in the corridor curiously caught a glimpse of the familiar figure in the mirror slowly approaching.

Startled, he quickly tapped the desk with his hands, making a crisp and rapid sound, to send an urgent signal to the other students who were still immersed in joy - "The teacher on patrol is here!"

In an instant, the whole class seemed to be cast under a spell and became silent.

The classroom, which had been bustling with activity just moments before, was now filled with a chilling silence. Everyone held their breath, not daring to make even the slightest sound for fear of arousing the teacher's suspicion and displeasure.

The teacher on patrol was puzzled when he heard the noise suddenly stop, but he still walked towards the class with steady steps. When he reached the door, he stopped and carefully hid in the corner of the last row of windows, quietly observing every move in the classroom through the glass.

As time passed, the teacher's sharp eyes scanned every seat and every face like a scanner.